Nobody can reduce the 6-year-old’s tree-climbing proclivities, unfortunately. To do so would be akin to asking her to stop breathing. She climbs on everything, inside and out. I have dirty feet prints on every wall in my house.

She can do several pull-ups on the bar hanging from our kitchen door frame.

This is the third broken bone she has suffered. The first happened when she wasn’t yet 2, because she was jumping from coffee table to sofa.

When I take her to the Pediatrician, I’m going to ask him to check her calcium levels. She is so very active and very healthy, but still, there could be something going on causing her to have more-than-the-usual-number broken bones.

A child who is in pain and whiny demands things like Chick-Fil-A chicken nuggets, and you comply because there isn’t much else you can do to make her happy. So there’s that. And the WalMart run for new crayons (because the old ones aren’t “sharp” enough) and coloring books and juice pops.

Operation: Zero Food Waste has been a fail this week. I threw away limp salad, a bit of pork tenderloin, shriveled-up apples. Bad!

The “kids cook” thing was a big success, but I need to remember that when I’m not planning and making meals as often, I still need to inventory the fridge every couple of days so things don’t get wasted.